Random Thoughts from a Large Head

It’s about freaking time!

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Saturday night, following Karen and Jason’s shower, Carla, Christine and I hopped into the Princess Mobile and headed north on I-35. Exit 1 in Oklahoma is home to Winstar Casino, a gaming facility run by the Chickasaw Indian tribe.

We arrived at the casino around 10pm. I put my first $20 bill in a machine, and started trying my luck at the “slots“. I had no real luck for a long time.

Finally, three hours and $60 invested later, my luck turned. I went up $160 of pure, sweet profit on the “Cherry Pop”. I was giddy with thoughts of spending my winnings. Alas, the nickels began slipping away. I rebounded briefly, but eventually lost all my profits.

I walked away from the machine at that point, breaking even for the night, and looked for Carla and Christine. They were both still playing and winning, so I decided to try my luck at other machines. And I kept losing, and losing, until I was down $40 again.

I began to realize that playing the slots are a lot like relationships. I had a great relationship with Cherry Pop. Over time, though, the relationship began to lose its sparkle.

Oh sure, there was that one great moment where the relationship briefly rebounded, but that was really just the beginning of the end. I got out of my relationship with Cherry Pop even, with no real hurt feelings, but still a sense of loss for the greatness that was.

I should have called it a night then, but I rebounded big time. I went from machine to machine looking for what I once had. Ultimately, there was no satisfaction from my string of brief rebound flings. No machine could do it for me like Cherry Pop.

Who knew that a late night of gambling gaming across the state line could make me wax metaphorical?

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It’s crabwalk.com day at Random Thoughts From a Large Head.

This site and its writer are deeply indebted to the proprietor of crabwalk.com, Josh Benton. If you don’t know who Josh Benton is, that’s his bouncing face on the right.

Josh Benton is the man responsible for the article profiling me in yesterday’s Dallas Morning News.

Josh Benton knows people and I know Josh Benton, so Josh Benton told the people about me. For that I am ever grateful.

And yet, how do I show my gratitude? With NOTHING! No link to his site, NOTHING!

To remedy this most tragic situation, today is crabwalk.com day at Random Thoughts From a Large Head. We’re making up for lost time, folks.

In honor of crabwalk.com day, you are encouraged to visit crabwalk.com and celebrate all things Cajun and Josh Benton.

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Welcome readers of page 4D of today’s Dallas Morning News! (if you aren’t in the Dallas area, here’s a scan of the article in print – it doesn’t seem to be published online or here it is online)

This is my “blog”, which is short for “weblog”.

To get started, check out some of my favorite posts:
» Things To Do With A 3½ Hour Layover In Atlanta
» Chocolate Fountain
» Fun with Decapitation!

Or, you can click through the archives.

For more blogs, check out DFWblogs, a portal to blogs in the Dallas/Fort Worth area, or my list of links to other blogs I enjoy from around the world.

If you want to learn more about blogging, check out Weblogs: A History and Perspective or, if you prefer a book, The Weblog Handbook: Practical Advice on Creating and Maintaining Your Blog, both by Rebecca Blood. If you’re ready to get your feet wet, get started with Blogger.

Thanks for stopping by!

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My doctor hooked me up with a nasal spray to help combat my allergies. Once a day, I shoot one squirt up into each nostril. It seems to be working great, but I keep getting caught in mid-spray with the thing up my nose by people.

You see, I keep the spray in my purse so that at some point in the day I’ll remember to take it. The past two days, I’ve remembered mid-morning at work. The past two days, the office can be completely still, nary a soul moving around, when I first insert the spray into my nostril.

I squirt, take a big sniff, and suddenly, the whole office is near my cube witnessing the action.

Yesterday, I got questioning looks from my cube neighbor.

Today, an HR person from our corporate office walked by just as I was taking a big snort.

Tomorrow, I’m just going to have to hide under my desk.

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If you were to need some Girl Scout Cookies, I know a dealer.

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A list made December 24, 2003.

» Enter Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport.
» Go to Chili’s, be seated, wait five minutes for service, leave without ever being acknowledged by waitstaff.
» Direct two confused smokers to where-the-hell they could smoke in the airport (said one, “God Bless Atlanta.”)
» Search for Christmas Eve Worship service announced over PA system, only to discover Inter-faith chapel is outside security zone.
» Ride the between-terminal train to the end of the line.
» Ride the between-terminal train back.
» Tear apart a boarding pass envelope for spare paper so you can make a list entitled “Things To Do With A 3½ Hour Layover In Atlanta”.
» Make a list entitled “Things To Do With A 3½ Hour Layover In Atlanta”.
» Eat dinner at TGI Friday’s.
» Read entire copy of “Why Girls Are Weird” by Pamela Ribon.
» Get hot chocolate.
» Scald tongue.
» Chat with ladies regarding point of rushing to board plane, knowing you’re sitting in seat 3D.
» Go to plane, realize flight loads from back of plane and your waiting to get on the plane was foolish as some hyperactive and obnoxious man has taken your window seat and doesn’t even acknowledge his error.
» Sit in emergency exit row with glorious extra inches of leg room and no hyperactive obnoxious man.
» Depart Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport.

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» Not sit in front of the tv all day watching movies.
» Get to work on time.
» Not eat bread.
» Floss daily.
» Take a daily multi-vitamin.
» Limit my caffeine intake.
» Not let dishes idle in the sink for weeks.
» Put dirty clothes in the hamper, not on the floor/toilet/chair.
» Not make a dinner of a bag of popcorn.

You?

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